She played victim to the ambitionless quietude that indefinitely clung onto her

She plunked down on that very spot,
where the tiles got stained by the grappling past
Looked through the dusty windows,
past the incense holder into the sky,
and right through sky, into heaven;
again - with a crumbled heart that disintegrated like joss sticks,
and went into her usual trance

Indignation rose like a regurgitated bone..